Frances Mayes

Sister Cat - Poem by Frances Mayes

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Cat stands at the fridge,Cries loudly for milk.But I've filled her bowl.Wild cat, I say, Sister,Look, you have milk.I clink my fingernailAgainst the rim. Milk.With down and liver,A word I know she hears.Her sad miaow. She runsTo me. She dipsIn her whiskers butDoesn't drink. As sometimesI want the light onWhen it is on. Or whenI saw the woman walkingtoward my house andI thought there's Frances.Then looked in the car mirrorTo be sure. She stalksThe room. She wants. MilkBeyond milk. World beyondThis one, she cries.